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Jacqueline says, "ha"
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maga says (to Floyd), "e"
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Floyd | The wooden door is closed, and bars your way.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven caws. "Nevermore!"
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga says (to Floyd), "open door"
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Floyd | It seems to be locked.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven preens its feathers.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key"
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Floyd | You unlock the wooden door.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven shifts its grip on the portrait.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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Jacqueline says, "ooh - key - hooray"
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maga says (to Floyd), "e"
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Floyd | The wooden door is closed, and bars your way.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven eyes you balefully.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga says (to Floyd), "open door"
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Floyd | You open the wooden door.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven screeches discordantly.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga says (to Floyd), "e"
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Floyd |
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Floyd | Laboratory
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Floyd | The place of your secret labor and craft, where even Lenore did not
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Floyd | lightly enter -- oh, if only she had not! -- and no other friends have
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Floyd | ever been invited. The room is small, though not cramped, for all the
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Floyd | elements and reagents are precisely in their places on the low wooden
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Floyd | table. A space extends a little beyond, to the southeast, and there the
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Floyd | darkness is complete. The wooden door is to the west.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven swoops into the room, perching on the table.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | A dull, dark weariness drifts over you.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga says, "oop - time for our medication"
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maga says (to Floyd), "sniff coca"
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Jacqueline says, "uh-oh. Yeah."
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Floyd | You inhale a quantity of coca powder.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven caws. "Nevermore!"
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Floyd |
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Floyd | A sense of raw alertness rushes through your nerves, setting them all
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Floyd | on edge.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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Jacqueline asks, "Do we have enough drugs to finish the game?"
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maga says, "I think we have infinite coca"
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Taleslinger says, "x table"
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Jacqueline says, "We live in a magical fantasy land."
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maga says, "this given, we should just set up a drugs empire and get us as many Lenores as we want"
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maga asks, "suggestions?"
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Taleslinger says, "x table"
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Gunther says, "read all the books"
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maga says (to Floyd), "x table"
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Floyd | The wooden table is simple, hewn from a single slab of living oak,
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Floyd | representing the unity of all things and the constant striving for
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Floyd | growth and knowledge in the craft. It is also old, an artifact from a
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Floyd | certain French metaphysical society whose roots, some scholars believe,
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Floyd | go back to Solomon the Wise.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | On the table are a skull mortar, a glass retort, a cask of aqua vitae,
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Floyd | a bottle of aqua regis, a flask of quicksilver, a vial of brimstone, a
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Floyd | porcelain platter and a lightning cage.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven preens its feathers.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | A faint tingling runs down your spine.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The coca rush fades, but the sense of alertness remains.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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Otto says, "let's explore the SE"
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Gunther says, "then follow the recipe"
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Taleslinger asks (of gunther), ""recipe?"
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Otto asks, "is he an alchemist then ?"
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Gunther says, "surely there is one"
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maga says, "possibly in the books we've got"
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Taleslinger says, "Hm...back to study, read books."
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Gunther says, "like I said, 'read all the books'"
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Jacqueline says, "Well, we might be able to read here."
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Jacqueline says, "We could try, at least."
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maga says (to Floyd), "read pharmacopia"
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Floyd | You try to read, but the strange words blear and swirl in the
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Floyd | lamplight. Perhaps in your study you will be able to make more sense of
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Floyd | them.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven leers at you from the table.
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